My skies darken for me once more in this beautiful time. I feel the wind becoming cool for it knows of its curfew ryme. This dim purple haze has always overpowered. Animals howling for nights splended hour. I rest my eyes to cayote screams and dream of my sunlights streams. Birds stand out with their chirping and warmth will come for my waking.
Oh to the night...which starts now on a winter's hour... Who can survive the night...alone...by their own power? The best thing we can do to make it through the night is sleep... And pray to be unaware of things outside our rooms...that silently creep. (A poem for Halloween)